This is not just a painting, but the story of a man who was forced to be different.
My friend was a mulatto. The only one in our entire village. At school and on the street, she was not liked for her skin color.
And to make it not stand out so much from the crowd, the family put a clothespin around her nose so that he would not be “African”, but, like all children, small and narrow. The result is pain and not self-love.
We grew up, we live far away, but I still remember this clothespin...
Love yourself, your loved ones and even those far away. After all, we are all kids who just want to live, play and have fun with everyone